Hands That Build the Stars

Описание: Lyrics

The quiet of the night, the clock keeps time,
Another late shift, another climb.
Hands are tired but hearts stay strong,
They carry the weight, they carry it long.
Smiles stitched on through the worn-out days,
Dreams tucked behind bills to pay.
Still they rise and never ask why,
For the love in their hearts will never die.

They hold the line when the days are rough,
When the world says "no," they say "enough."
Built on love, not on deals to trade,
Their sacrifices are the songs they made.

We raise our hands to the ones who stay,
Through the storms and the darkest days.
Their love’s the light when the nights grow cold,
The quiet heroes whose stories are told.
No medal worn, no spotlight found,
Still they’re the strongest souls around.

Another long road, another long night,
Still they march on, still they fight.
Lunchboxes packed with dreams inside,
Silent prayers sent on every ride.
They laugh for us when the tears would fall,
They stand up tall, they give it all.
Not for the praise, not for the fame,
But for the love, they light the flame.

Their love's not held like a weight or chain,
It's a river running through every vein.
Silent strength through every fall,
Their hearts are the greatest gift of all.

We raise our hands to the ones who stay,
Through the storms and the darkest days.
Their love’s the light when the nights grow cold,
The quiet heroes whose stories are told.
No medal worn, no spotlight found,
Still they’re the strongest souls around.

The moon fades slow as the morning wakes,
Still they give more than they ever take.
Hands that built the dreams we know,
Feet that walked through the toughest roads.
They asked for nothing but gave it all,
They caught our steps when we would fall.
So here’s to them, the ones we defend,
The true champions to the very end.

We sing their names in the rising sun,
The quiet fighters, the battle won.
Through every tear, through every mile,
They wore their love like a sacred smile.

We raise our hands to the ones who stay,
Through the storms and the darkest days.
Their love’s the light when the nights grow cold,
The quiet heroes whose stories are told.
No medal worn, no spotlight found,
Still they’re the strongest souls around.